Happy Friday the 13th! It's not so happy for me...

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.

"Morning!" Connor bounced happily on the edge of Travis's bed.

Technically, it wasn't his bed. It was a couch. Travis sat up and rubbed his forehead, then smiled at Little Connor.

"How did you sleep?"

"Good! I found some really tasty stuff in the fridge—I mean really tasty. It tasted like sour cranberries and it smelled like sour cranberries, too! When I swallowed one more time after I drank it all, it tasted like medicine a little." Travis could already tell this was bad. "So I kept drinking more! Now I feel all shaky and I want to run in circles! Circles are so lame. Why not squares? Okay, I'll run in squares! What's your favorite shape? Color? Animal? Mine is square, green, and snake! Rawr!" Connor jumped up and down and climbed off of the couch. He started run in squares, babbling about how good the drink was.

Travis raised his eyebrows. What had that kid drank?

CRASH!

"Aw, crap." Travis muttered as he ran into the kitchen, leaving Connor alone in the tiny living room.

Annabeth and Nico were on the floor, screaming at the top of their lungs. It was pitch black in the room. When Travis opened the door, there was little light coming from the living room.

"Guys?" Travis called. "Where are you?"

"What? I can't hear you! It's too dark!" Nico answered.

Travis sighed and located the source of Nico's voice. It had come from behind the counter. Travis couldn't find the lights, for he hadn't been in the room at all last night. He quickly entered the living room and grabbed a red flashlight. The kitchen suddenly became silent. Travis wondered why they had stopped screaming, and rushed back to the kitchen. He crept around the counter once more and flipped the "on" button on the flashlight.

"Ahhh! It burns!" Nico held his hands up to his face. Then he uncovered his face quickly and turned to Annabeth, who was shielding her eyes too.

"Oh, no." Nico said in shock to Annabeth. "The cops! Run, Annabeth! RUUNNNN!" Nico and Annabeth stood up as fast as lightning and ran out of the kitchen, carrying a drink in each hand.

"Wait! Nico, Annabeth, I'm not a cop!" Travis ran out of the living room and chased after them.

Why the Hades would a cop come into a tent to bust two five-year-olds? Travis thought to himself. He cursed under his breath as he looked around the living room. There were three doors Nico and Annabeth could've run into, but Travis didn't know which one. One room was the gaming room that he had wanted while unpacking the tent. Another was a bathroom—which wasn't very big. The last door was to the bedroom—where Nico, Annabeth, and Connor had slept the previous night. The door had been left open so they could ask Travis if they needed anything. Travis was now regretting leaving it open, only wishing he had locked it.

He turned towards the bathroom and snuck in, opening the door slow so they couldn't hear him—if they were in there. Travis crept to the bathtub and noticed that the curtain was pulled out. He yanked the shower-curtain backwards with a loud, "Ah-ha!" He frowned slightly when he found no sign of Nico or Annabeth.

Travis checked every cabinet, just to make sure that they weren't hiding in there. He even checked behind the toilet. That would've been the place he'd pick if he had to hide in a bathroom. Nobody ever thinks to check there.

Travis exited the bathroom. He looked around and smiled towards the bedroom. Travis glanced down at the ground occasionally with each step, being careful not to step on anything that would make a noise and give away where he was. He quietly opened the door like he had when he was entering the bathroom, and still saw no Annabeth or Nico. He got on his knees and lifted the covers to the bed. They weren't under the bed.

Travis huffed in aggravation. He yanked open the closet, hoping to scare Nico or Annabeth if they were in there. Sadly, it was only filled with kids' clothes and extra blankets. He checked behind the bed and under the desk. When he had his back turned, he thought he saw a silhouette of a kid run through the open door.

Travis ran out of the bedroom, determined to follow the figure. He passed Connor, who was still very hyper and still running in squares.

"Hey! Hey, Travis! I'm hungry. Can I have some fruit? What about a pear or a banana or an apple or a pineapple. Are pineapples made from trees? Since a pine tree is a kind of tree. Ew, I don't want to eat a tree. Just get me an apple. Please?"

"Not now, Connor. In a minute." He didn't wait for Connor's answer, for Travis was already inside of the gaming room.

Why did he have to make the gaming room have so many good hiding spots? He wished Clarisse and Percy were with him. They would be able to sort this out.

You could hear all the machines whirring and buzzing. Some games started up as he flipped the light switch back on, since the figure had quickly shut it off as he ran in. Travis immediately regretted wanting a fog machine. The fog was still on the ground, so Travis thought that was good. If the kids started to run, the fog would stir.

"Guys, I'm not playing anymore. Come on." Travis would say as he poked his head around each machine. He could hear their distant giggling and footsteps. He tried to follow them, but had no luck. Five-year-olds are just too fast.

Curse their tiny legs, Travis thought.

Travis spotted the vending machine in the corner. He walked over and crouched down to pick up Nico's stuffed animal: Captain Terror the third.

He suddenly had an idea.

He raced out of the gaming room, stomping his feet loudly so Nico and Annabeth would know he was leaving. He opened the yellow toy box by the couch. It held the kids' toys that they had bought the day before: Annabeth's Fijit Friend, Connor's Nerf gun, and Nico's Batcave. He pulled out Nico's Batcave and threw it across the room. It made a loud Crash!

"Nico, Annabeth, help! Santa is trying to steal your toys!"

Two kids rushed out of the gaming room. "What!"

Connor was lying on the couch, his hand to his forehead. He looked pale. "I saw him. He tried to steal your Batcave, Nico."

Nico stormed to the entrance of the tent, and unzipped the flap. "Go away, Santa! Your elves can make you a Batcave!"

"I thought Santa brought you toys, not stole them." Annabeth said.

"He told me your toys couldn't be made in the North Pole," Travis lied.

Connor moaned. "My head hurts! Plus, Santa can make anything!"

"Really? Because your toys were made in China." Travis protested.

Nico ran back and jumped into a recliner; he leaned back and looked up at Travis. "Travis, does Santa live in China?"

"No, he lives in the North Pole."

"Is that in China?"

Travis sighed. "No, that's not in China. What did you guys drink that was so tasty to you?"

Connor tried to sit up, but slumped back down on the couch. "It was something' called 'Blue Cow'."

Travis's eyes widened. "You mean 'Red Bull'?"

"Yeah, that's it. C-Can you get me something to make me feel better? I feel dizzy and shaky."

"I f-feel shaky, too." Nico agreed.

Annabeth nodded. "Me three!"

"Okay. Just try not to puke. I'll be right back." Travis said.

Travis walked into the kitchen and saw a pile of Red Bull cans on the floor.

"I'm so stupid," Travis muttered to himself as he picked them up and threw them in the garbage. "They're going to be hyper for hours."

He opened the fridge to make sure there weren't any snacks that could make Nico, Annabeth, and Connor go crazy. He had to throw out a bunch of Monster energy drinks. He grabbed three pills of Tylenol for each kid and gave them each one.

"I-I don't like swallowing pills." Annabeth protested.

"Here." Travis brought them a pudding cup. "Stick it in a spoonful of pudding and eat the pudding."

They did as they were told and all laid on the couch.

"Naptime." Travis pulled a blanket over them.

"But it's not afternoon." Connor whined.

"And I still feel sh-shaky." Nico complained.

"How about you take a nap for a few hours, and I'll tell you a story." Travis suggested.

Connor, Nico, and Annabeth glanced towards each other, then nodded in unison. "Deal."

Connor smiled. "What's it going to be about? Unicorns? Ninjas? Vampires?"

"It's going to be about demigods like you and me." Travis answered. He cleared his throat, and began; he watched the three kids as he told the story.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy named Percy Jackson. He didn't know he was a demigod. His evil math teacher attacked him, but Grover saved the day. Then—"

Annabeth interrupted him. "Who's Grover?"

Travis remembered that they didn't remember anything. "He's half-goat. His job is to protect demigods.

"Anyway, Grover took him to Camp Half-Blood—the place we were at when you first woke up. He then met a girl named—"

He paused. He would have to make up another name for Annabeth.

Travis started again. "He then met a girl named Annabelle. She was very smart, like you, Annabeth. They went into on an adventure to find Zeus's lightning bolt. Now, Zeus didn't like Percy, so he made the adventure very hard. They fought a snake-lady, who tried to kill them—"

"Did they all die? The end?" Nico asked excitedly.

Travis stared at him. "No…they survived because Annabelle had a plan. They fought many monsters like the snake-lady. Eventually, they went into the Underworld because they thought Hades had stolen the Master Bolt. Hades and Zeus fought with each other a lot because they were brothers. It turned out that Hades didn't steal it, but Ares did."

Annabeth gasped. "Why would he do that?"

Travis ignored her question. "They found out that their friend, Luke, was really their enemy. He tried to kill Percy, but failed. He ran off into the woods and…died."

Travis cringed at his last word. He didn't want them coming to him, saying they were scared that Luke would come to kill them. He had to make the story had a happy ending, even though it would be a lie.

"Percy saved the Master Bolt and everyone lived happily ever after." Travis finished.

Annabeth and Nico clapped.

"Where's the violence?" Connor asked eagerly.

"There's no violence in that story, but maybe I'll tell you their next adventure later."

"Aw. Hey, Annabeth. Didn't Percy Jackson sound a lot like our friend Percy? The one who was fighting the monsters at the airport?" Connor asked.

"Yeah. He did…"

"Well, that was a different Percy Jackson." Travis lied uneasily. "Percy and Jackson are very common names."

"They are? What if I find another Nico that looks just like me? I could have a twin!" Nico had a huge grin plastered on his face.

Travis laughed. "I'm pretty sure you don't have a twin. Go to sleep, I'll wake you up in a few hours."

Nico leaned back and closed his eyes. The couch was already in—as Travis liked to call—bed form. Nico and his friends were shaking slightly as they drifted off to sleep.

Travis knew during that moment that he wasn't going to last long without Percy and Clarisse. He just hoped they were okay.

A/N: Should the next chapter be about Percy and Clarisse? By the way, I decided to make a bonus chapter about Nico's memory in the end of the story. I just need to know how old Nico and Bianca could've been when their mom died. Thanks, and please review.